(miniflash story)

My grandfather’s house was good-looking, and it always smelled like childhood.

There were old paintings on the walls, an icon in the corner, and a photo of my great-grandfather and great-grandmother above the bed. The fruit trees near his veranda always bloomed beautifully in April, and in August we gathered fruit from them. In the summer kitchen, my mother and I prepared dinner while my grandfather worked in the garden, and then we all had dinner together. The atmosphere of that house took me back to my childhood.